The Horse Fucker - Part 2: The Horny Oracle
Ava survived her first sexual encounter with a horse. But her journey is only just beginning. Now accompanied by Stud, the stallion saved, she heads off in search of an oracle. But locating the fortune teller isn’t the hard part. The price demanded of her is high, but can Ava truly refuse knowing where her destiny lies, even if it means having sex with a filthy—and smelly—stallion? More
Ava survived her first sexual encounter with a horse. But her journey is only just beginning. Now accompanied by Stud, the stallion saved, she heads off in search of an oracle. But locating the fortune teller isn’t the hard part. The price demanded of her is high, but can Ava truly refuse knowing where her destiny lies, even if it means having sex with a filthy—and smelly—stallion?
Excerpt from The Horse Fucker - Part 2: The Horny Oracle:
“What do you want?” said a voice.
I yelped and jumped back. I scanned my surroundings, but the dwelling had no lighting and the hole in the roof was not sufficient to illuminate the farthest reaches of the oracle’s living quarters. It wasn’t until he emerged from the shadows that I finally saw him.
The oracle was just as filthy as his dwelling. His coat was mangy, and his mane and tail were a tangled mess. He appeared to be in decent shape, though his grimy appearance canceled out any handsomeness he may have possessed. It also made it impossible to determine his age. He may have been a mere teenager like he could have been an elder. From the deep rumble of his voice, I guessed he was a little past his prime, yet still quite virile enough to please any woman. Of course, that would never happen unless the woman happened to be blind and have no sense of smell. Or so I thought.
“We’re here to hire you,” said Stud, answering the equine’s question.
“I’m retired,” claimed the oracle.
“We can pay you,” insisted Stud.
“I don’t want—” The oracle froze mid-sentence when Stud produced a leather pouch filled with what sounded like coins. I had no idea where he had been hiding it, nor did it matter.
“Let’s talk,” said the oracle as he beckoned Stud forward with a jerk of his head.
“Stay here,” Stud told me as he followed the oracle to a corner of the room.
I was all too happy not to have to venture deeper into the filthiness. Still, I would have liked to hear what Stud and the oracle were saying. I only caught the occasional word, but it was enough to reveal that they were negotiating a fee. Stud appeared to be quite a skilled negotiator, but the oracle was pig-headed—is it possible for a horse to be pig-headed?—and refused to budge for less than the entire contents of Stud’s pouch. Or so I thought until I saw him glance in my direction and whisper something into Stud’s ear. My friend shook his head, but the oracle wouldn’t budge. Stud eventually had no choice but to agree to whatever it was the oracle had demanded.
“What happened?” I asked when Stud finally returned.
He looked angry. And a little embarrassed.
“I’m sorry,” he said. That wasn’t a good sign. “He refused to read your future unless I gave him exactly what he wanted.”
“What did he want?” I asked though I feared I already knew the answer.
“He wants you,” he finally said.
I didn’t have to ask what that meant. The oracle would read my future, but only if I agreed to have sex with him.
“Do I really need to have my future read?” I asked.
Stud hesitated but finally nodded.
“Okay,” I said, turning to the oracle. “I agree to your terms. Read my future, and I will have sex with you.”
The oracle scoffed.
“Who do you take me for?” he asked. “Sex first. Then I read your future.”
So much for my half-baked plan. Unfortunately, I was in no position to negotiate.
“All right,” I agreed. “Sex first.”
The oracle’s lips curled into a smile.
“Good,” he said. “Let’s get started.”
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